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Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar
Author of A Bunch of Flowers, 
Bliss in Dream, Bliss in Island 
Life; Retired Indian Officer

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A TERRIBLE MOONLIT NIGHT 

By Bhupesh Karmakar

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I sat in my decorated room on a winter moonlit night.

 

My room had large windows, which were covered with curtains.

 

Through the gap of curtains, I could see the slanted moonbeams. 

 

But the beam was like silver blade slicing through my window.

 

I opened the window curtain, but couldn’t see anyone outside. 

 

My village roads looked completely different in silvery moonlight.

 

I couldn't hear even a tiniest sound anywhere around the road.

 

While sitting inside my room, I was recollecting my school life.

 

Sometime later, I could feel heavy winds were blowing in village.

 

In the cold weather, I was feeling chills from the fiery winds.

 

Suddenly, I could see as if something was moving around the window.

 

It was like tall and very black animal approaching very slowly.

 

I was frozen in fright, I tried to open my mouth to scream.

 

My voice rolled around the walls of room like burst of thunder.

 

I was hearing a terrible sound coming from outside the road.

 

My heart was beating in that unexpected critical circumstance.

 

I sat straight on my easy chair and grasped the handle tightly.

 

A tremendous throbbing noise came from outside the house.

 

I got up from my easy chair and collected a blanket and slept.

 

The sun was up in the morning and it was shining in the village.

 

After I woke up from bed, I was squinting through the window.

 

Where I could see that it was nothing but shade of a big tree